Aggro Yoga

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Composition in caca yellow and femme lumberjack

Cheddar cheese bread

Booze, man. Booze! I am swearing it off for awhile. My head is pounding like uhhhh, like something. A drum maybe. My inner ear drum is just pounding away. There might be a midget in there stomping around as well. Stomp stomp stomp. I think we need to add some cymbals in there and start a rock band. In my head. There is ample space. You're invited, we just need a band name.Midget Stompers might already be taken.

Tended bar the past two nights and can I mention that I rocked the shit out of bar tending (also: tips! Woooo!). The first night got out at 2am slightly buzzed and got home and took a drunky, uncoordinated shower before collapsing on my bed and passing out cold. Saturday night got out at 12:30am and went directly to a crazy full house party, the likes of which I have not seen since my teen days. House party! Didn't take a single picture 'cause I was too busy getting my drunk on. The best thing about the house party was that it was mere blocks away from my own home. I didn't crawl home, but I could have!

Just another night on the town

I plan on attending my first yoga class on Monday. It's located in the butthole of traffic jams (Punta Paitilla) and to top it off, the beginner's class is at 6pm so you can bet I will be cursing up a storm and waving angrily at taxi drivers. Angry and irrational is the way to go to yoga class, yes. Let's find some inner peace and outer aggression.

Visine really works!